- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Afternoons, evenings and nights.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Historical, fantasy, magic, horror, supernatural, survival, vampires, demons, pirates, mutants, ghosts, romance (FxF, MxM, MxF) (Romance should be part of the plot and not the whole plot in itself), etc.
William felt the taste of blood in his mouth, he was at his breaking point. He fell towards the hard ground beneath him but were able to stop himself by gripping a tree. He sat down and leaned his back on the tree and just focused on his breathing.
The young man had been on the run from the law for weeks, but he hadn't done anything wrong. They just wouldn't listen to him. It all began in his family home where he lived with his mother, Emma, father, Arthur and his two brothers and three sisters, Charlie, Fred, Helen, Bessie and Clara. They lived in a mansion in a rich district. Everyone looked up to his father and the whole city they lived in depended on their family business. But then everything went wrong.
One night William heard a noise. He went up from the bed and tried to find where the noise had come from. It sounded like people were arguing from somewhere close and he walked towards the voices. He stopped outside a room and listened to the voices. One of them was his father, he was arguing with a voice William had heard before. He also heard his mothers voice. Soon the arguing turned to screaming, he had missed so much of the conversation so he had no idea what they were arguing about, from the little he had heard it was about money.
Then he heard a scream and he opened the door as fast as he could. What he saw took all the air out of his lungs. His father was stabbed in the heart by a man, a general, one of the kings most trusted generals. He had been at dinner many times in their house. William's mother noticed William and ran towards while telling him to run away. The general stopped her halfway and killed her.
William had first been turned to stone by the fear, but as his mother died by that man's sword he ran. Instead of running back up to warn his siblings he ran out from the house. The panic clouded his mind. First minutes later when he had stopped in the woods and could start thinking he started to realize what he had done. His sisters, and his brothers were still in the house. He couldn't go back, but he could keep running into town and get help.
As he looked back he saw the smoke, and it didn't take long for him to realize that his house had been put on fire. Had his siblings been able to get out? He didn't know. Later when he got into the village he saw a familiar horse, he was certain it was the generals horse. Soon after he noticed the general. He stalked the man for minutes before the man stopped to talk with some soldiers. They were searching after a criminal, a murderer. Him.
After that he didn't have any choice but to escape, they were out after him and it was his words against a generals. He could never win.
Now, weeks later, William was frozen and alone. He had gotten into a fight with some thieves just a couple of hours earlier, he had barely escaped. How would he be able to survive this on his own? Soon he let the darkness take over him and he fell asleep, he didn't have any dangerous wounds, he was simply exhausted. If he died, then it would be of hunger, exhaustion and cold.
The young man had been on the run from the law for weeks, but he hadn't done anything wrong. They just wouldn't listen to him. It all began in his family home where he lived with his mother, Emma, father, Arthur and his two brothers and three sisters, Charlie, Fred, Helen, Bessie and Clara. They lived in a mansion in a rich district. Everyone looked up to his father and the whole city they lived in depended on their family business. But then everything went wrong.
One night William heard a noise. He went up from the bed and tried to find where the noise had come from. It sounded like people were arguing from somewhere close and he walked towards the voices. He stopped outside a room and listened to the voices. One of them was his father, he was arguing with a voice William had heard before. He also heard his mothers voice. Soon the arguing turned to screaming, he had missed so much of the conversation so he had no idea what they were arguing about, from the little he had heard it was about money.
Then he heard a scream and he opened the door as fast as he could. What he saw took all the air out of his lungs. His father was stabbed in the heart by a man, a general, one of the kings most trusted generals. He had been at dinner many times in their house. William's mother noticed William and ran towards while telling him to run away. The general stopped her halfway and killed her.
William had first been turned to stone by the fear, but as his mother died by that man's sword he ran. Instead of running back up to warn his siblings he ran out from the house. The panic clouded his mind. First minutes later when he had stopped in the woods and could start thinking he started to realize what he had done. His sisters, and his brothers were still in the house. He couldn't go back, but he could keep running into town and get help.
As he looked back he saw the smoke, and it didn't take long for him to realize that his house had been put on fire. Had his siblings been able to get out? He didn't know. Later when he got into the village he saw a familiar horse, he was certain it was the generals horse. Soon after he noticed the general. He stalked the man for minutes before the man stopped to talk with some soldiers. They were searching after a criminal, a murderer. Him.
After that he didn't have any choice but to escape, they were out after him and it was his words against a generals. He could never win.
Now, weeks later, William was frozen and alone. He had gotten into a fight with some thieves just a couple of hours earlier, he had barely escaped. How would he be able to survive this on his own? Soon he let the darkness take over him and he fell asleep, he didn't have any dangerous wounds, he was simply exhausted. If he died, then it would be of hunger, exhaustion and cold.
I imagine he looks something like this with the hair and face, but with light brown hair instead of blue.
He isn't that muscular, but his not veeery thin and he is around 1,70 meters.
He isn't that muscular, but his not veeery thin and he is around 1,70 meters.